I rant and I rave. Call me crazy, but I think I've found the perfect outlet for my frustration. I'm your above-average teenage boy. Forget boy. Teenage guy. Above average can stay though. If you've met me, you'll understand. There's nothing average about me. Except maybe my hairstyle. But that's just coming back into fashion after 1974. I've kept my hair this way since the indian summer of '92. Read my blogs. Learn me.